Текст песни MITHOTYN - From The Frozen Plains
MITHOTYN - From The Frozen Plains слова песни
Текст песни MITHOTYN - From The Frozen Plains
The harsch biting winternightEmbrace everything in this silent land.A lonely man is wandering through the snowWith a wooden staff in his hand.Dressed in old torn grey ragsHe tries to keep himself warm.( )The icy white long beardDances in the hard winterstorm.His hands which once wielded the steelCan now barely raise his horn.Patiently he's searching from house to houseFor a meal and a roof over his head.From the frozen plains he comesOn a journey without destination.Once a hero- now forgottenOn the edge of death by chill and starvation.From the frozen plains he comes.And to the frozen plains he goes.He gained his pride throughout the wars.